If You Desire Faith, Then

Books Are Men Of Higher Stature, And The Only Men That Speak Aloud For Future Times To Hear.

I, Who Had Had My Heart Full For Hours, Took Advantage Of An Early Moment Of Solitude, To Cry In It Very Bitterly. Suddenly A Little Hairy Head Thrust Itself From Behind My Pillow Into My Face, Rubbing Its Ears And Nose Against Me In A Responsive Agitation, And Drying The Tears As They Came.

And If God Choose I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.

What Monster Have We Here? A Great Deed At This Hour Of Day? A Great Just Deed - And Not For Pay? Absurd - Or Insincere?

Knowledge By Suffering Entereth, And Life Is Perfected By Death.